The Lord started speaking to me this morning about dreams. Not the kind of dreams that flit through our heads at night, but the kind of dreams that stir our hopes, desires, passions – the things that provoke our heart to movement.
It’s easy to get overwhelmed, discouraged, and defeated by the harsh realities of life. But it’s important to remember that the harsh realities of life aren’t reality at all.
The Master Dreamer has planted seeds of dreams in our hearts. He wants those seeds to grow. True reality’s locked on the inside of us and sometimes we have to wrestle with dirt and fight with nourishing those dreams so that they can sprout into something great.
There’s always a remnant. Always. It was true throughout Israel’s history and it’s still true today, even within our own hearts. There is a remnant of hope. There’s always that voice that says there’s something more to this and I’m ready to step into a greater reality, to awaken my spirit to the truth of my dreams.
My dream – as I have learned over this weekend – is starting to sprout from the dirt. It’s a hard reality to grip, but one that’s relinquished itself from gravity. I still have a hard time wrapping my head around it, but my heart knows that it’s real. This is really happening. I’ve never been challenged more with embracing the truth of God’s dreams in me.
